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She sat cross-legged on a blanket in the open-air market. She had spent the week beading her inventory and still felt pain in her knuckles from the task. The first few hours of the morning brought appreciative remarks but no purchases, though this was not her concern. What she cared for were the people beside her. Those that laid out similar blankets with similar inventory, and sat with similarly crossed legs, yet were far from similar.

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